Who shall new nerve the trembling arm ? Who give the mind its strength, its all ?

Dead to affection's nicer tie!

The germ of noble action lost!
Buried and cold the feelings lie!

And Hope's bland prospects-all forgot!

Ah, who will give for pleasures vile,
Hope, health, and happiness away!
To passions, which, destroying, smile,
The calm sweet sunshine of eternal day!

True, mercy stoops from Heaven to save, Though man be sunk almost to woe; But's soon almost may wake the grave, As him, whom vice has cast thus low.

Fly then the syren's chanting voice!
Be far from where false pleasure smiles!
In youth, let Heaven be your choice,
And happiness will the way beguile.!

INGRATITUDE.

GO rummage the intense of density,
Seek out the essence of stern adamant,

And see, if, than the ungrateful heart,
An harder can be found!!-

Around it pours profuse of blessings,

Kindness sheds its sweets for that to taste,

And every passage of an instant shews,
Some dear delight enjoy'd :-

Yet never does it think on him who gives!

Yet never does it praise for good it shares !
-Ah, such ingrates!!

See the songster race 1

Pour forth a living flood of grateful praise,
And scale the azure tuning duteous airs-

But man-he battens in the midst of good,

And, like a senseless clod,

Rolls him along nor has one thought of praise

Mercy too-mercy that's infinite,

(But leagu'd with Justice,)

Calls on him from her high domain,

And paints with seraph beam the way to glory,

-While he just careless eyes—

Then, on the plodding, dull, employs of sense,
Chains his attention-

Oh! should some angel, just from Creation sprang,
Be plac'd in nether sky-and mark our race,
He'd say we were but creatures of the clod,
Born but to breathe, and breathing but to die!

Shall man then murmur at a "God in arms," When the stern vengeance of unappeas'd justice Thunders its terrors !!

Come nigh this instant and the mercy taste

Is freely offer'd-but, if procrastration,

Like a mildew, sieze thy wav'ring hopes,

---When judgment comes-be silent as the grave--

DESIRES AFTER HEAVEN.

OH Saviour give my longing vision,

Sight of extacies divine!

Shew the gems of love's creation,

Let their rays around me twine!

Mercy beaming too with mildness,

Innocence and virtue dear,

Thought and reason void of wildness,

Beauty like the diamond clear.

Clear from all that's sense or mortal,

Clear from bitterness and pain:

-Happy founts of bliss and glory,

Where who drink will drink again.

Ha! I see them joyful gliding,
Mingling sweets of Heav'nly song,

Halleluiah is its burden-

Halleluiah flows along-

There mid fields of bliss you rove,
Ye Redeem'd and freed from pain,
Happiness the op'ning grove,-
Dews of life and joy, the rain!

A BOOK NEGLECTED.

I'VE seen a book somewhere I know,
That look'd as if 'twas kept for show;
'Twas nice and clean, and not an edge,
But shone as bright as golden wedge;
The leaves unlike to those at school
Which masters scarce preserve by rule:
And cover too-without a scratch-

Almost with looking-glass 'twould match :
And what was't pray, that they where able
To keep so pure ?- why friend-a Bible.